At this moment, as time passed and the situation on the battlefield developed favorably.
Amid countless shattered Tyranid Swarm corpses, the thick, viscous blood covering Rorschach's enormous body seemed to be drying up and fading away.
Even the pair of enormous crimson wings behind the Vibranium Power Armor gradually became transparent and intangible.
This undoubtedly represented the temporary retreat of the power of blood, and meant that Rorschach's lucid reason was slowly returning to the depths of his consciousness.
Boom!
Not long afterward, Rorschach's crimson eyes quickly brightened as he slowly exhaled through his nose and mouth.
The Dawnbreaker Warhammer clenched within one enormous hand also fell heavily onto the sandy ground strewn with flesh and blood.
Rorschach raised his head and slightly turned the skull still haunted by phantom pain.
His somewhat weary gaze watched the nimble Hell Key creations, the deceased Astartes of the Undying Legion, constantly dart past his massive body.
Meanwhile, even more Astartes were using the Intelligent Controlled Legion and the massive artillery barrage from Angel's Bastion to swiftly eradicate the Tyranid Swarm Tide.
In a sense, this Apocalypse-level battle to defend Baal had already entered its final stage.
After Primarch Rorschach and countless Astartes paid an incomparably painful price in sacrifice.
They had not only successfully destroyed the main fleet of Leviathan's tendrils, but had also temporarily thwarted the Hive Mind's attempt to use this opportunity to penetrate deep into the heart of Imperial Territory.
Whoooom—
Just then, a howling sound from overhead swiftly reached Rorschach's ears.
Dante, clad in Golden Power Armor over his powerful frame, landed heavily beside Rorschach.
The mag-boots sunk deep into the sand, spraying grains soaked in Tyranid blood.
Then Dante flipped open the Face of Sanguinius and anxiously asked the motionless Rorschach:
"Honored Primarch, how are your injuries?